Ivan Skavinsky Skavar chords by Traditional

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Verse 1:
  G7             C
The harems of the desert are a sight to behold
    F           C
And the harlots are lovely and fair
    G7               C
But the fairest, a Greek, belonged to a sheikh
  G7        C
Called Abdul Abulbul Amir.


Verse 2:
 G7           C
A travelling brothel came down from the North
     F           C
That was privately run for the Tsar
   G7                C
Who often would brag that none could out-shag
   G7       C
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

Verse 3:
 G7            C
A day was arranged for the spectacle great
 F            C
A visit was planned by the Tsar
  G7                   C
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame
  G7        C
Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar


Verse 4:
   G7           C
They met at the track with cocks at the slack
  F             C
A starter's gun punctured the air
     G7                    C
Both were quick to the rise, the crowd gaped at the size
  G7       C
Of Ivan and Abdul Amir


Verse 5:
   G7                 C
They worked through the night neath the pale yellow light
  F           C
Old Abdul he revved like a car
    G7                   C
But he could not compete with the slow steady beat
  G7       C
of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar


Verse 6:
  G7         C
The wager was won, Ivan shouldered his gun
     F         C
And bent down to polish the pair
   G7                  C
When something red hot up his back passage shot
    G7       C
It was Abdul Abulbul Amir


Verse 7:
  G7            C
The harlots turned green, the men shouted "Queen!"
     F            C
They were ordered to part by the Tsar
   G7               C
Twas bloody bad luck, for Abdul was stuck
  G7        C
Up Ivan Skavinsky Skavar


Verse 8:
    G7            C
When at last they were broke, the cream of the joke
  F              C
Was laughed at for years by the Tsar
  G7                 C
For Abdul, the fool, had left half his tool
    G7        C
Inside Ivan Skavinsky Skavar


Verse 9:
  G7             C
The sad Grecian maiden her long vigil keeps
    F                C
With a husband whose tastes have turned queer
     G7                   C
With the nights growing long, she longs for the dong
  G7       C
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir